إمَّا تَرَيْني قالباً مجنّي

مُرَدِّداً سيفي على مِسَنِّي

Either you see me as a bent palm tree

Repeating my sword upon my gums

لصاحب السوء بُعيدَ ضنِّي

به ومَنِّي صافياً مِنْ مَنِّي

To the owner of evil, far from my conjecturing

With it and from me, pure from my wishing

كم مدْخلٍ كذَّبت عنه ظني

وقلتُ إنِّي ظالِمٌ وإنِّي

How many entrances my thinking has denied about it

And I said that I am unjust and I

آخذُ لوْمِيه عن التجني

بلوتُهُ فصدَّقَ التَّظَنِّي

Take my blame from being spoiled

I tested him so he believed the guessing

في أمره وكذَّب التَّمنِّي

فما قرعْتُ من ندامٍ سني

In his matter and denied the wishing

So I have not hit any regretful years

ولا وجدتُ الظلمَ كان مني

ولن يغيب غائبٌ عن جني

Nor did I find the injustice was from me

And no absent one will disappear from my harvest